"What's… going on?"
If there was perhaps some sort of solace to their situation, it was that the number of those who were looking at them with glowing eyes was… less than the ones who were still unarmored and confused.
But as creatures of a certain intellect, the variants that were still not armored up quickly come to the correct conclusion — King has already reached out to the others and managed to bring them to his cause.
And so, in less than a second, all of them were now wearing their armor; their eyes, sizing up each other.
"Dad… what's happening?"
Perhaps the most unfortunate was the Hannah variants, who seemed completely oblivious about the situation as they looked at their fathers, wondering what they should do.
"..."
"..."
